Sex and Lust in Tijuana: True Sex Stories of the TJAmigos

Featuring more than 30 real-life sex stories from the men who fell in lust (and sometimes love!) with sex workers south of the border, Sex and Lust in Tijuana: True Sex Stories of the TJAmigos pulls back the velvet curtains of Tijuana’s world-famous redlight district. Professor Zee and Doctor Jim combed through th

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Press of Ill Repute
• Release date: Nov 2, 2018
• ISBN: 9781946341020

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Sex & Lust in Tijuana:

True Sex Stories of the TJAmigos

Professor Zee

Dr. Jim

Editors

She wanted my money and I wanted her body, so it was a win-win situation!! ~El Oso

Dedicated to all the men and women who seek information about keeping sex workers and themselves safe in Tijuana.

We believe that no country or culture should have the power to take away any person’s consensual ability to work their own way. Consensual sex work is not a myth and in many places on this planet it is alive, accepted, and thriving.

Recent anti-trafficking legislation has forced a number of educational sites concerning information for consensual sex to shut down. This publication is designed to help eliminate many of the falsehoods associated with this legislation. Firstly, consensual sex work is NOT sex trafficking. It is a complete myth that everyone in the sex trade is there by force or coercion of a violent nature. The truth is that sex workers in countries like Mexico see sex work as their way out of poverty. Of the many women that choose to sell themselves, it is often economic necessity that drives them. There are many women who are of lower economic means that are unable to get jobs and are generally the only breadwinner in the family. An economic reality is that there is a need to find income for them and their children for basic needs like food, clothing, housing, education, and healthcare. Sex work is a viable and significant financial employment opportunity for many.

Contents

Introduction

Doctor Jim, Editor

The Ol’ Back and Forth: Five Days of Debauchery

Senojyllib

A New Low

Pastor G Spot

Fusion Lets His Guard Down

Fusion

Trip Trilogy

TJ500

Fast Times on a Wild Wednesday Night

El Oso

An Evil Force Overtook Me

Catfish

Another First Timer’s Report

Georgie Orgie

First Trip to Adelita

Epithumia

I Can’t Remember Her Name

ZePequeno

HK Chica Has a Real Talent

Dr. F

RyGuy and The Homeboys’ First Trip to TJ

RyGuy

No One Here Gets Out Alive

Kendricks

The Freakiest Bargirl I Ever Met

SecretAmigoX

Bullshitting the Bullshitter: PLM Pulls the Ultimate Scam

Maverick

A FOB Slobbed My Knob

ElNique

I Was Robbed!

SMD

Maddog’s Adventure with Kamala

Maddog

Beautiful ROB Does Detention

Trolleyman

Forbidden Fruit

Kendricks

Tania Sucks Maddog

Maddog

Stay Flexible

Doh

Lunchtime Mission

CraigfromSD

Experiment in Madness

Paco

Code Name: Crying Game

C-Diddy

TJ Hookers: This Is Their Scam

Various

How I Spent $400 and Got No Sex

Mad Ogre

The Goal

Ninja23

Don’t You Remember Me?

Erip

All in the Family

Byron

I Thought It Was Love Until…

Various

A Week in Tijuana

Mic

Sex in the City

AsianMovieLover

Did Grandma Ever Take it Up the Ass? Ask Grandpa!

Amo

Good and Bad Report

Buttman

Fear & Self-Loathing in Tijuana

Matiz

Like a Virgin, Yo!

Erip

At the Mercy of the Beast

Kendricks

Acknowledgements

Editors

Glossary

Acronyms, Spanish, Other Terms

Introduction

Doctor Jim, Editor

The TJAmigos are a diverse crew, made up of men from all walks of life. Young, old, middle-aged, skinny, fat, regular-sized, good-looking, average Joes, and from every race and socioeconomic bracket there is. The Amigos are bound by their love of pussy and the allure of Tijuana, which is home to Zona Norte, a world famous redlight district. The Zona Norte has always had working ladies; from its earliest days with the now-shuttered Molino Rojo to Adelita to Chicago Club to the current hotspot—the multi-level and still-growing Hong Kong Gentlemen’s Club with lots of other bars and chicas in between on the streets.

TJAmigos was a discussion forum website started in 2003 for the men who frequented Tijuana to be able to swap stories and share information with each other. It became a brotherhood of sorts where the guys (known as mongers) would not only share stories but give each other support and advice on all sorts of topics and quandaries.

Before TJAmigos closed down in early 2018 in response to the nebulous SESTA/FOSTA legislation in the United States, it had more than 25,000 members who had created more than 1.5 million posts.

Fortunately, the website was archived offline. In the summer of 2018, Professor Zee and I undertook the task of combing through all these posts from over fifteen years to bring you a peek into the redlight district of Tijuana. With some of the stories, we have also included comments from the Amigos.

Picking through all those posts and deciding which stories to include was harder than finding a true virgin in a whorehouse, but we did it!

¡Provecho!

(p/s - There is a glossary at the end of the book for all the hobby specific acronyms and terms you’ll run across in the stories…)

The Ol’ Back and Forth: Five Days of Debauchery

Senojyllib

Your first entry into Hong Kong is like the first sip of an ice cold beer after a hot day of work, going through the turnstiles at Disneyland when you are nine, seeing a great friend for the first time in a decade, or walking into your favorite Irish pub on Saint Patrick’s morning; it is a moment of overwhelming joy and happiness. I stood looking, ignoring los meseros, and just absorbed the club. The lights! The music! The ladies! I almost cried; I was so happy as my nostrils flared and my muscles clenched. I closed my eyes and then opened them as I looked towards the sky only to see scores of more beautiful women. Oh yeah…

So my plan, having not eaten too much due to a half day of travel, was to check into Cascadas, and then take it easy while searching for my first amiga favorita of the trip. That plan lasted about three minutes after checking in at Cascadas, walking downstairs, and going over to Tropical where I just wanted to settle in, enjoy my 2x1 Tecates and continue to slowly acclimate (with plans to hit MonteCarlo for an omelet ASAP). But along with my Tecates, the mesero brought over a young brunette, who I wouldn’t describe as a classic flakita. But she was young, fresh, full of energy, and had legs up to her gorgeous eyes. She was proud of her body as she should be, and explained in broken English how she worked out to keep her 19-year-old body so toned. She had an ass like an onion, and was easily an eight by anybody’s standard, however, not really my type. But oh my God, what a body! She just kept nibbling on my neck and ears while lightly stroking my cock and balls. And she was ficha’ing me at full bore so I felt obligated to keep up with her furious cerveza pace.

I think most men would rate her a nine, but I’m more of a big titted blonde man. So at some point, I promised el mesero and mi amiga that I would return tomorrow for more.

I crossed over to Dulce Gabanna and parted the heavy velvet curtains to reveal a very different club from when I last visited. It was much, much busier and the girls didn’t seem as new. They seem more hardened (not as in toned but as in I’ve been working in La Zona for some time now), albeit every one of them was young. I sat near a Mexican fellow with a big grin while I waited for a mesero. It was actually so busy that I wasn’t bombarded with meseros vying for my money. My Mexican buddy handed me a cold cerveza from his bucket, and I returned the favor after purchasing a bucket of my own. This immediately brought over two ladies, a blonde for me and a brunette for mi amigo. So now I’m two hours into my night of taking it easy and ten beers deep on an empty stomach.

Things started to get fuzzy from that point on, but here’s what I know for sure. Armando and I went to at least two more bars, including Gold Palace where there was some sort of incident between me and a girl. I’m pretty sure it happened in the VIP, when I was insisting on a blowjob sin condom and she was insisting on a blowjob con condom. The next day, the doorman spoke with me about it, kind of shaking his head asking if I remembered last night.

Yeah, of course, why? I reply, not quite sure of what he was talking about. He said something about …you and the girl, upstairs, you remember? I looked him in the eye and asked, I’m okay to come here? Sí o no? He nodded his head yes, gave me a smile and a handshake as I walked past.

Back to Saturday night/Sunday morning, after being dissatisfied with my BJ at Gold Palace, I ventured into Las Chavelas to find a woman who I could take it out on. I found a 30-ish brunette with breeder hips and gigantic tits. Not ugly, but not the type who is going to have a line of clients waiting for her services. It wasn’t long before Lucia and I agreed on fifty dollars and were upstairs in Cascadas while I was getting my blowjob sin condom and getting smothered by my lady who finished me off cowgirl style.

After getting rid of her along with a five-dollar tip, I hopped a cab back to Garita de Otay to cross the border back to the US and get to my US hotel.

So much for taking it easy on my first night…

Day Two

Hungover as hell on Sunday, I exchanged a bunch of dollars into pesos and returned to Mexico and my hotel room down in La Zona. I stocked up on snacks and drinks from OXXO and the Tecate store on the corner, stashed my pesos in the safe, grabbed a cheese omelet in MonteCarlo, and headed out to explore. Even knowing that it was mid-afternoon on a Sunday, La Zona seemed quiet. Chicago Club was empty (and was empty the four or five times I poked my head in throughout the trip). La Gloria was a bit busy, but I couldn’t find anybody attractive to me in there. Play Boy, Hacienda, and Valentina were all dead.

I made a loop through Adelita, but found it to be very cold and uninviting. Over my five days in La Zona Norte, I had to have made twelve runs through Adelita and never even bought a beer. Sure, there were many attractive women, but not many flakitas, and I caught a certain hardened vibe from most of the ladies. They were certainly smiling, ready and willing, but I just didn’t feel it. Some of this may have come from my allegiance to Cascadas and its affiliates because I was staying there; regardless, I never found a lady to take upstairs from Adelita over my five days. Or even sit down for a drink with. That’s quite different from prior trips.

With that said, I would still say that six out of ten girls in Adelita would probably rate as the best looking girl in almost any US strip club at any given time. They are very pretty, but equally tough. I grabbed a younger girl (probably 22-ish) from Las Chavelas to take upstairs. By no means did she sport Adelita-quality looks, but man, she had a gorgeous smile, deep dark eyes that seemed almost innocent, and a beautiful set of natural C cups that just bounced like they only can when they are real and young. After a couple of fichas, we agreed on sixty American. She was simply wonderful, there was no clock watching, and it was a true GFE by any standard. I walked her downstairs afterwards, and retired to sleep.

Later, after showering and feeling refreshed, I took in the sights of Hong Kong. Finally, I returned to Chavelas and immediately fell into the arms of my 30-year-old friend from Sunday. We had a couple of fichas, made out for 20 minutes, and went upstairs for one of the most fun, relaxed, sensuous 90 minutes of my life. I was in complete bliss, tossed a hundred dollars in her purse, and once again walked my lady back downstairs to Las Chavelas before retiring for another nap.

My headache was gone, my testicles were drained, and I slept like a newborn with no alarms, deadlines, wife, child, mother, boss, client, or anybody to be worried about. I had found what I was looking for. Peace.

Day Three

With no external windows, I wondered what time it was when I awoke from my slumber. If I had to guess, I would have said eight in the morning, but after taking a shower and heading out of the room, I discovered it was early afternoon..

A mesera sat me down in some bar (I’m not sure which) and brought me a young lady with a body that could only be described as tight. Not really toned like she worked out, but you know, tight—no fat, supple curves, A cups, maybe five feet tall. She wasn’t really pretty (but not ugly), but her body was so fresh and new, I was in lust.

After a few fichas, and some agreed upon price that wasn’t a lot, we went to Cascadas where I just immersed myself with this shy quiet girl. There was no way she had children, and while she was a relatively inexperienced lay, she was incredibly tight in all regards. Upon return to the bar and our booth, the DJ just looks at this 50-year-old fat balding gringo and his thin supple 19-year-old novia and screams, WHAT THE FUCK!?!?! over the speakers. Not once, but a second time while pointing at us, and then a third as he walked over and kind of held us up with his outstretched arms screaming What the fuck???

It was great.

I ducked out soon after because it was now getting dark. I wandered around the various bars, once again starting to get pretty drunk. And once again sporting an empty stomach with the exception of alcohol. I finally ended up in the arms of a 26-year-old at La Malquerida that was just my type: blonde, sporting about ten extra pounds and most of those in her chest. She said she had four kids by four papis and doesn’t want a novio, that she just loves sexo. When she opened my second beer bottle with her teeth, I fell in immediate love. I would have liked to have let her ficha me as long as she wanted, but I started to feel a bit drained so I bid farewell.

I wandered up Constitución, which was dumb given my drunken state. I surfed the smaller bars off Ave Revo and ended up hanging out with two gorditas, one of whom took a major liking to me. I was hammered and she was taking full advantage of my drunken state. She weighed an easy 250 and was on me like a cheap suit.

We ended up taking a cab back to La Zona, going to one or two bars, and then heading up to my room where she completely molested my drunken Viagra’d ass. I thought the stripper pole in my room was going to get torn off its hinges, but was more than glad to confirm the existence of a va-jay-jay between those legs during her pole work, and then this girl started licking my asshole like it was a lollipop, just for starters.

I passed out, and when I woke up she was gone (except for a pair of earrings). My pants pockets had been emptied of probably $100. She nicely left me with $10 in my pocket, and thankfully never found the key to my safe (or more than likely, never realized there was a safe in the room).

Once I got my bearings straight, I headed back to the US to recuperate from that debacle. No issues, and I continued back to my room to try to forget about the gordita who robbed me of my Benjamin the night before.

Day Four

For whatever reason, I was convinced it was Monday as I headed back to Mexico on Tuesday. As I got up and walked back to Mexico, it was Monday in my mind. For sure. 100%, it is Monday. So with nothing to do that day, I wandered around Revo to kill some time, went back to my room, then strolled around La Zona, and ended up in Play Boy. I put $50 in the slot machine thing, which attracted a few dancers because to do so meant getting two Solo-sized cups full of two-peso coins.

We all joined in for a massive ficha and slot machine-palooza. Playing games where you pick a box, if it has a key, you move up the ladder to pick the next box, ding-ding-ding-ding-ding… yeah!!!! Then a game like a slot machine, where if you win, you can choose to double up, then some buzzer goes off… high fives for everybody, yeah!!!!!

Each girl was the queen of this game or that. Don’t pick the box with bomb in it! Or get the tools that match to open the thingy to win! I don’t know… All I knew was that I had thrown fifty bucks in this thing that was spewing out two-peso coins and we were stacking them in stacks of ten that started to overtake the corner of the bar. We were paying for drinks and chips and whatever with stacks of two-peso coins. Like Three fichas! Okay. That’s 300 pesos. Bueno. Here are fifteen stacks of coins.

I convinced a relatively shy blonde (yes… a blonde!!! If you haven’t already figured it out, me likey blondes) to join in and we made room for a stool for her next to me. She couldn’t miss on the pick a higher card game, and she and I were high fiving every time she won, which led to a kiss when she won, which led to her sitting on my lap. Eventually the machine had 2000 credits, which is the maximum (CALL ATTENDANT). It was a riot. The blonde, another girl, and I retired to upstairs for some heavy petting with my dick to celebrate.

Then the blonde worked out the details and paid the manager whatever out of her pocket (it didn’t look like more than a fifty-peso bill) so we could leave and go to Cascadas. The other girl from upstairs didn’t like this, but as the manager explained, She’s upset but I told her she made nine fichas, so she should not be crying. It was a crazy run on that machine, because if you figure four or five girls times eight or nine fichas each, that’s got to be $200 on fichas alone before my drinks, tips, or the money I took with me at the end.

I took the blonde to Cascadas and we had a good time, nothing spectacular, but a good fuck. She asked if we could go to La Perla for dinner, and I said sure. We were warming up to each other, but as dinner was winding down, I realized it was Tuesday, not Monday!

It was already six o’clock and I had tickets for a seven o’clock baseball game in downtown San Diego. My date (that’s what it felt like) begged me to go to Plaza Santa Cecilia with her instead of making her return to the bar, but I sadly told her I was already late